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hiddenfear replied to your post: The small teacher is going to find this boy and...
Jiyeon pats him on the head. “Happy Halloween. Do you want more? I have more.”
ALMOST BITES OFF HIS HAND.
.. Almost.
It hesitates, staring at his arm as he goes to pat his head. A long, slobbering tongue sticks out of its beak before it speaks again with an.. albeit excited tone.
T͡R̵̀͘Ì͘C̛K̨͠ ̀̀O̸͡R̸ ͢͟͡T͞͠RȨ̷̛A͡T̀̀͠.̕͡
@hiddenfear has bloomed
“Hey Yeonie. Sit down with me.”
Two wine glasses. He fills one and in breathe he drinks it before refilling it and drinking it again. Hands pressed against his own eyes. Cold. Cooling his tepid face. He sat up straight, breathing. In and out. In and out.
Staring out at Jiyeon, he could feel his stomach tying knots. It was as if weeds and brambles at infested his mind. A thousand different things, all at once and the alcohol didn’t do much to help the situation. He took another sip, glancing momentarily into Jiyeon’s silver eyes before looking back down at his cup. There was still a yearning there. To make him smile. To wrap his arms around him. To share heat, in that moment as the blood rushed to his extremities, to his hands to his feet. Blushing his cheeks and making his heart race.
It wasn’t meant to be forever. He tells himself that. He tells himself that as he remembers Jiyeon’s smile. It was like finding a wildflower, blooming in the crags of some forgotten rocky shore. He loved it. He couldn’t deny that. And it wouldn’t hide it. His heart raced now as it did that first time. But he hadn’t seen the flower bloom in a while and the gardener often blames himself before the bud.
“We--,” a pause. He stopped mid sentence, breathing deep. “We need to talk.”
@hiddenfear / starter call.
“ Jiyeon? is that you? Man! It feels like years since I last saw you--- How are you doing? ”
What should I do? [BCE]
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She had been off class and training for 2 days now. The oficcial story was that she had caught just another cold, but that was a blatant lie. Akira had been trying not to sleep and when she did, she usually woke up from a terrible nightmare, covered in cold sweat, so hard that her tapes had almost come off alone. It was hard for her to even function normally day in day out. She had done her best to look away and forget what happened, but she couldn’t. She had to face it now.
“Sensei-...”
It hurt so much... it hurt so much to tell this to her beloved homeroom teacher, who had supported her for so long.
“Sensei... I’m going to drop out of U.A. High.”
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“ Ah- Sorry ! I was just kinda thinking aloud sensei ! Like... My parents got divorced during my first year here, and I was just remembering how stressed my father was during then- y’know ? ”
“ Like, why do people get married and run the risk of getting the stress of divorce and other legalities ? ” He didn’t seem at all bothered with bringing up his parents divorce, he was just curious as to why people get married only to end up divorced
hiddenfear replied to your photo: “I’m currently teaching some students to eat...
“Ai-chan that’s dangerous and you could hurt yourself please don’t.”
“It builds character. I need to be strict on my students after all.”
Teachers
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Aizawa made his way down the school corridors. It was lunchtime and Aizawa was eager to finally eat. Teaching can really take it out of a guy. Continuing down the hall, he noticed the other male in the distance.
With a slight smile, he waved his hand and called out.
“Hey, over here. Wanna grab lunch together?”
The Incident
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Akiras walking next to Axelator was so mechanic that it worried him beyong belief. Still he didn’t know how to deal with someone who was in shock from something like that. He wasn’t exactly a consoling soul... He wasn’t a therapist. He left that usually to the Pros in their area. He was just there to do his job. But this time it had hit his sidekick. A girl he took under his wing, a youth still in training. He felt like shit. The Pro Hero waited outside the heavy UA walls, seinding Akiras homeroom teacher a text to take her in, eyes falling aside onto her almost lifeless body.
I’m sorry Spectra.... It’s not your fault.... it’s mine....
